She is magic

Poetry

She is magic but She forgot it 

Its her magic that makes her feel empty 

In the summer it is cold and rainy inside of her

Big storms

When she looks at herself sometimes She sees a mess,

All she wants is a masterpiece. 

Sometimes she feels like giving up, stuck. Between 20 years ago and Today

Other times she tries to master peace and clean up 

Cause she is been sick for so long

talking about speeding down the highway with no license, no insurance & no oxygen left in your lungs kind of sick

And She is been tired

Giving everything She got to everyone She loves like She got a giving disorder

Crazy how her heart can fuck up even a good thing

hoping her heart’s right and it’s just a condition 

Because being a depressed optimist is a juxtaposition

wish healing was just a decision

This journey takes a lifetime.